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Kermit: Sorry about that.Kermit: Now to kick things off, where sheep may safely graze let us go.Sheep: {singing in unison} I've got a clone named Rama Lama Ding Dong.Sheep: {singing in unison} You won't believe that she's me.Sheep: {singing in unison} We never disagree, 'Cause she's me, oh me.Shepherd: {aside} Well, it's a step up from moisture farming.Shepherdess: {aside} Don't look at the audience, you'll die.Shepherd: {aside} Yeah, but they'll clone us again anyway.Shepherdess: {aside} We're not the first.Sheep: {singing in unison} I've got a clone named Rama Lama Ding Dong.Sheep: {singing in unison} And I never, never let her go.Sheep: {singing in unison} One thing is certain: She's me, oh me.Statler: Sheep. They roam around in great flocks. Baaing. Baaing.Waldorf: No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.